I remember sitting at the stoplight with my hands shaking and my chest pounding and I couldn't breathe. I'd get to church and dread getting out of the car. I'd get out but part of me stayed in the car while the other part went to church.

He had me lean over the back of the chair and hold onto it with my hands underneath the seat. He hit me once and I cried. He let me be for a while. Then he said, 'If you don't hurry up and move your hands, I'll break your finger.' By the fourth or fifth time I didn't feel it anymore, but each time it was hard enough to move my chair forward.

It was awful. I had a high fever and I was throwing up. Terrible. I felt just terrible.

In spite of what you may think, manufacturing has not gone completely offshore.

You'd like to have options.

Being a captain on this team is a big honor,